Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Wanbao Peak, Wanbao Palace!

"boom......"

A deafening explosion split the sky, and a dark flame flashed like lightning that tore through the sky, piercing through the mountain protection formation of Wanbao Peak with a long flame tail.

The array pattern vibrated violently in the firelight, but seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, failing to arouse any killing intent, leaving only circles of spreading energy ripples.

In the blink of an eye, the flames had fallen onto the white jade square in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures. The light faded like a tide, revealing a figure clad in a pure black robe. It was none other than the Black Flame Ancestor. A faint black flame lingered around him. The flames seemed feeble, yet they emanated a terrifying heat capable of incinerating the soul. Wherever they passed, even the white jade on the square was scorched.

"Meet the Black Flame Ancestor!"

The four eighth-grade celestial beings guarding the hall seemed to be suddenly awakened from an eternal slumber. Their bodies trembled slightly at the familiar pressure of the True Immortals, and they hurriedly bowed in salute.

The flame patterns on their armor glowed dark red under the reflection of the black flames. Their heads were lowered even lower than when they first met the Black Sky Ancestor, and even their breathing was cautious - the Black Flame Ancestor had always been violent and moody. If there was anything that made him unhappy, they would definitely be in trouble today.

Ancestor Heiyan did not raise his hand to signal like Ancestor Heixiao did. He just glanced at the four people coldly, then raised his hand and waved it. A dark golden token exactly the same as the one held by Ancestor Heixiao was suspended in the air.

"Open the door."

The Black Flame Patriarch shouted coldly, his voice carrying a wave of scorching black flames that resonated dully against the temple door. The suspended Wanbao Token sprang into action, shooting towards the door like an arrow. The flaming cloud pattern on the edge of the token lit up as it raced, colliding with the word "Wanbao" on the door lintel with a resounding roar.

"Om..."

The moment the two ancient runes touched, a piercing hum erupted. Black flames and golden light intertwined and annihilated at the point of collision, stirring up ripples of twisted energy. The purple light of the word "Obsidian" on the token intensified, seemingly swallowing up the golden light of the word "Treasures." The runes on the lintel were not to be outdone, radiating an even brighter glow, forcibly pushing back the purple-black arrogance.

next moment......

"Boom..."

A loud bang shook Wanbao Peak. The tightly closed door of Wanbao Palace was ultimately unable to withstand the pressure of the Wanbao Order and slowly opened inward again.

This time, the sound of the door turning was a little hesitant, as if it was under tremendous pressure, and what gushed out from the crack of the door was no longer a soft precious light, but an infinite divine light wrapped in the aura of thousands of treasures. Gold, red, green, purple... various colors of light intertwined into a torrent, dyeing the white jade square into a colorful glass color, and even the strong wind in the sky was blown back by this divine light.

The Black Flame Ancestor looked straight ahead as the black flames around him suddenly surged ten feet, isolating the incoming divine light from outside, and he stepped into the sea of ​​light in one step.

As soon as his figure passed the threshold, the huge door behind him creaked shut quickly, as if unwilling to leave even a gap, completely isolating himself from everything outside.

The four eighth-grade immortals outside the hall finally relaxed their stiff bodies, each breathing a sigh of relief as if granted amnesty. Their chests heaved violently, their backs beneath their armor already drenched in cold sweat. The sticky touch of their skin brought a chill. The moment Black Flame Patriarch wrestled with the runes at the hall gate, the invisible pressure had nearly suffocated them. Now that the pressure had suddenly eased, every part of their body felt weak and limp.

The most powerful eighth-rank celestial being wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at the tightly closed palace door with a flicker of fear in his eyes. "The two elders are about to enter the palace... I'm afraid something terrible is going to happen."

Everyone in the Obsidian Clan knew that the two ancestors, Hei Yan and Hei Xiao, were at odds with each other and had even fought more than once or twice. If it weren't for the suppression of other True Immortal ancestors, the two would have already completely torn their faces apart and would have fought to the death.

The other three remained silent, but straightened their bodies silently, returning to the appearance of eternal sculptures. The affairs of the True Immortal Ancestor were not something that these youngsters could interfere with casually. If they were not careful, they might lose their lives.

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Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures, top floor.

The soul-nourishing stone's dim light remained as gentle as ever, yet it couldn't mask the lingering aroma of alcohol and a subtle, uncanny quality. Ancestor Black Sky paused, his grip on the pot still lingering, his gaze sweeping across Ancestor Black Moon's face, flushed with intoxication. His eyes were half-closed, his gaze unfocused, and wine stains clung to the corners of his mouth, clearly indicating a profound intoxication.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a hint of triumph, a glimmer of success, so quick it felt like an illusion. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the amber liquor once again filled the Black Moon Patriarch's glass cup. The gentle sound of the liquor hitting the wall of the cup was particularly clear in the silence.

"Brother Black Moon, I'll fill your glass again." The Black Sky Patriarch's voice was filled with just the right amount of enthusiasm, and the fire in his eyes was even brighter than usual. "We rarely have time to ourselves, so we must drink to our heart's content and not leave until we're drunk."

As he spoke, his fingertips quietly brushed the rim of the glass, a barely perceptible red light immersing into the wine, blending seamlessly with the amber liquid. And just as he raised his hand to urge everyone to drink, the soul-nourishing stones surrounding the top floor suddenly lit up with strange runes. The once warm glow turned icy cold, and an invisible barrier spread at a speed barely discernible to the naked eye, enveloping the entire top floor.

This mysterious formation took shape silently, with the formation patterns interweaving in the void, like a thin film separating heaven and earth, completely severing all connections between the top and lower levels - whether it was divine thoughts, breath, or sound, they were all firmly locked in the formation, and even the spiritual charm of the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures itself could not penetrate.

The Black Moon Patriarch was completely unaware of this. He burped heavily, and his drunken breath blew the messy hair on his forehead. He was completely unaware that the alcohol in the Black Sky Patriarch's eyes was no longer drunken, and only cold calculation remained.

Ancestor Heixiao watched him drink the wine, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his glass, seemingly drinking with him, but his eyes inadvertently swept across the large formation hidden in the void. After confirming that it was correct, he slowly drank the wine in the glass.

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The bottom floor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures.

Glittering treasures sat quietly on shelves on either side, and the lingering primordial energy, nearly condensed into substance, flowed slowly along the hall's pillars. Patriarch Black Flame stood in the center of the hall, the black flames emanating from his pure black robe moving without a breeze, leaving faint scorch marks on the divine light emanating from the surrounding treasures.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate layers of palaces, pass over the numerous natural treasures that were gleaming with various colors of light, and fall directly on the invisible barrier hidden in the void.

Ancestor Black Flame raised the corner of his mouth in an almost imperceptible arc and nodded imperceptibly, as if he had reached a tacit understanding with some invisible person.

The next second...

"Om..."

He suddenly raised his hand, his withered palm grasping in the air. A terrifying suction force suddenly erupted! The treasure shelves on both sides of the ground floor trembled violently. The jade boxes, glass cups, coral jade trees... all the treasures on the shelves seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, breaking free from the restrictions and transforming into streams of red, gold, blue, and purple light, rushing towards him like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!

“Swoosh…swoosh…swoosh…”

A stream of light pierced the air, whistling sharply as it sank into his outstretched palm. The "Nirvana Fluid" that could drive a Quasi-True Immortal mad, the ninth-grade Celestial Immortal artifact inscribed with ancient runes, the True Immortal Fruit that saved a Quasi-True Immortal an entire Chaos Era of arduous cultivation… he unceremoniously tucked them all into his natal Universe Ocean without a moment's hesitation. The treasure shelf creaked as it lost its weight, and several frail wooden frames even cracked.

After collecting the bottom level, the Black Flame Ancestor's figure flashed, appearing like a ghost at the entrance of the stairs leading to the second level. He still didn't look at the treasures around him, but waved his hand again, and the precious light of the second level surged towards him like a tide. The treasures here were even more powerful than those on the bottom level. There were True Immortal talismans that could withstand the attacks of a First-Rank True Immortal, True Immortal Pills that could instantly restore the power of a First-Rank True Immortal, and even several Near-Second-Rank True Immortal Herbs that would tempt even a Second-Rank True Immortal. All of them transformed into even more brilliant streams of light, and as they sank into his body, even the black flames around him rippled with excitement.

Then comes the third floor, the fourth floor...

He was like a tireless looting machine, countless treasures soaring into the air with each level he reached, all of which he collected. The restrictions on each level barely posed any resistance to his terrifying power, rivaling that of a late-stage third-grade True Immortal. Only the valuable treasures from the fifth level onwards required a bit of effort.

Soon, the entire Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures began to emit a low humming sound due to the loss of treasures. The treasure light from the bottom to the fourth floor dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only the empty treasure racks shaking in place, and the fragments of spiritual energy remaining in the air, telling of this sudden looting.

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In a blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.

The seven-story Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures, save for the seventh floor, where Ancestor Black Moon resided, still emanated a faint scent of alcohol and a dim glow, the remaining six floors had long since lost all trace of their precious light. Treasure shelves from the bottom to the sixth floor were toppled, the shattered remains of jade caskets scattered across the floor. The once condensed, solid source energy had become so thin it was barely perceptible, leaving only a shattered mess in the room. Ancestor Black Flame had swept this place clean, leaving behind nothing but True Immortal-level treasures, not even a single ordinary eighth-grade Celestial Immortal herb. Like a desolate wasteland swept by a violent wind, the air was filled with a deadly silence.

next moment......

"Boom..."

A resounding explosion shook Wanbao Peak slightly. The tightly closed Wanbao Hall door suddenly flew open, and a violent gust of air, mixed with black flames, gushed out, burning black holes in the white jade square in front of the door. A figure, wrapped in a raging rage, rushed out from the Wanbao Hall. It was none other than the Black Flame Ancestor.

At this moment, he was no longer calm. The flame totem on his pure black robe was burning violently. The black flames around him surged three feet, burning the air and distorting it. His withered face was twisted with anger, and the dark fire in his eyes rolled like magma. It was obvious that he was really angry.

"Meet the Black Flame Ancestor!"

The four eighth-grade immortals guarding the hall were frightened out of their wits by the violent pressure. They all knelt on the ground with a plop, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold white jade. They didn't even dare to breathe, and didn't even notice when the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures closed.

After a long while, until the aura of the Black Flame Ancestor completely disappeared in the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures, they dared to raise their heads.

"Look... look at the old ancestor's appearance. I'm afraid he suffered a great loss in there?" One of them spoke cautiously with a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear.

"Shh—" another person interrupted hurriedly, glancing nervously at the closed palace door, "Are you going to kill yourself? Do you think you can just casually discuss the affairs of the ancestor? Just guard the treasure house honestly, and we have no right to interfere in other matters!"

The other two nodded quickly, not daring to say anything more. They struggled to their feet, dusted themselves off, straightened themselves, and returned to their original positions with expressionless faces.

Soon, the four eighth-grade celestial beings transformed once again into four stone statues, standing silently before the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures, as if the turbulent events had never occurred. Only the lingering charred pits in the square and the lingering wisp of searing heat in the air silently spoke of the Black Flame Ancestor's wrath upon his departure.

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